Memories
I can still see
your dimpled smile
and laughing eyes
and for a short moment
we chase butterflies
in an open field
laughing at the gift of summer
my brother and I
before time whispered his name
and called him home.
© Kiana Davis 2013
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Published by Poet Kiana Davis
Kiana Davis was born and raised in Richmond, California. She began writing poetry at the age of 12 to grapple with growing up in a low income community and to help her develop her identity as a young black girl in America.
For the past 10 years, she has worked as an educator teaching at-risk youth in Washington State.
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